The Beach at Hotel La Fonda

Looking North

The path from the hotel to the beach is cut into the cliff, shaded by bamboo. A rickety bannister, tied together with wire, is there for support. As you come out of the bamboo and look north, you see the home of the brave.


Looking South

As my son dances serpentine down the beach, the razor blue sky sears my memory. Or was it the six enchiladas I had for lunch.


                                        

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